The smaller of the two crooks turns toward the jingle of the shop door. "Who's there?"

"I don't see nobody," says the other, looking around in bewilderment.

"Well, go out there and find out if anyone's watchin'!" snaps the smaller one before turning back to the shopkeeper. "But not you, Gramps," he says with a wicked grin. "You're stayin' right here."

The larger crook--his voice identifies him as 'Jake' from the alley conversation--lumbers toward the door and opens it far enough to poke his head out. He peers up and down the street. "Ain't nobody there, Sully..."